He stopped. I wished he'd move them up and touch my pussy but I knew he wouldn't. The more I felt his hands on me, the more I wanted them inside me. ... rested my hands on his again. This seemed very innocence. I started rubbing the top of his hands. Just like any mother would, but I had something very different in mind. I looked at my husband in the rear view who was smiling at me again. Did he know? Did he know that our son had his fingers so close to my wet pussy? I loved the idea of my. She ached and whined for pleasure. Kalyani poured whisky on Sharmila’s naked body and began to make Lavanya lick her breasts and kiss her.Kalyani leaned in to pour some more on her pussy. The cool drink made Sharmila’s pussy scream with desire. Kalyani licked her way down to her pussy. She teased her clit with a finger and spread her legs gently. Kalyani leaned down and poured whisky onto Sharmila’s hot pussy already mixing with her juices she ran her tongue on her clit and began to finger. We continued to kiss as I grabbed her hot, firm ass cheeks and squeezed a bit. Before long my shirt was off as well and her small yet sensitive tits were in my mouth. I sucked on her puffed nipples like they were candy canes. As I sucked on one I rolled the other between my fingers. Her groans were more than erotic as I continued. My hormones were raging – after all, I was only 19, and this was definitely the farthest I had gone with any girl I cared about. She eventually gasped, “I can’t. We left her house got in the car and off to the club. We had a couple of drinks and danced, other men and boys were staring at Afreen ogling and I was feeling so high not because of the drinks but because I could touch what they couldn’t. Awhile later the DJ turned to a romantic song Afreen put her hands on my shoulders and started moving, I quickly responded placing my hands on her waist, I could feel her soft bare skin on my palms through the nets on her dress, my dick which was semi-hard all.